Who the f*ck are you
I don't even know your name
Rather have you shoot me than your music in my brain
Everybody these days acting f*cking strange
Make a little jingle out of hunger for the fame
Suddenly nothing you make is capable of being lame
Nothing but pitiful lies to yourself to pretend you bang
F*ck, I don't wanna fall victim to living a simpleton existence
Nobody really has invincibility, everything comes to a finish
I don't really know myself but who the f*ck are you
Say you got blues to your name, don't have a f*cking clue
You're packing grass in a bowl, I roll gorilla glue
Stick to me and I promise that I will tell the f*cking truth
Almost like I'm permanently tripping off the toadstool
I'm just confused that I even graduated school
He's smoking them pills like its gonna go out of business soon
Inside of his head there ain't nothing but thoughts in typhoons
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Who the f*ck are you
I don't even know your name
Rather have you shoot me than your music in my brain
Everybody these days acting f*cking strange
Make a little jingle out of hunger for the fame
Suddenly nothing you make is capable of being lame
Nothing but pitiful lies to yourself to pretend you bang
F*ck, I don't wanna fall victim to living a simpleton existence
Nobody really has invincibility, everything comes to a finish
I don't really know myself but who the f*ck are you
Say you got blues to your name, don't have a f*cking clue
You're packing grass in a bowl, I roll gorilla glue
Stick to me and I promise that I will tell the f*cking truth
Almost like I'm permanently tripping off the toadstool
I'm just confused that I even graduated school
He's smoking them pills like its gonna go out of business soon
Inside of his head there ain't nothing but thoughts in typhoons
I don't even know your name
Rather have you shoot me than your music in my brain
Everybody these days acting f*cking strange
Make a little jingle out of hunger for the fame
Suddenly nothing you make is capable of being lame
Nothing but pitiful lies to yourself to pretend you bang
F*ck, I don't wanna fall victim to living a simpleton existence
Nobody really has invincibility, everything comes to a finish
I don't really know myself but who the f*ck are you
Say you got blues to your name, don't have a f*cking clue
You're packing grass in a bowl, I roll gorilla glue
Stick to me and I promise that I will tell the f*cking truth
Almost like I'm permanently tripping off the toadstool
I'm just confused that I even graduated school
He's smoking them pills like its gonna go out of business soon
Inside of his head there ain't nothing but thoughts in typhoons
Writer: PJ Thomas
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